Roses are red Violets are blue I like pie :) How 'bout you? :D
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YoYoYoYoYoYoYoYoYoYoYoYo Violets are blue Roses are red I should be doing homework But I'm on facebook instead ;) To: Mr. Forsyth.... not for long lol.
Inb4 the blog abuse I wonder if it's any use To italicize and bold the words That they'll ignore, it's quite absurd No names, pink font, all violets, roses
Randomly random poems and proses
But no offense to all my friends
Okay, goodbye, this is the end
- Katherine
That was the most boring thing I've ever read
It lacks humour and flare, it's plain boring I said
What's Inb4? Your poem confuses me
I dislike it, I want a new poem I plea
A good attempt from what you have showed
But no offense... YOU JUST GOT TROLLED :)
For centuries, we stared at the heavens above,
We use as a release whenever we’re stressed
So peacefully calm, and innocent like a dove.
But yet we never are able to reach it,
No matter what we try,
I guess the only way to heaven,
Is for us to die.
But what could we do,
Cause once we’re in there,
Every thing we could have done here,
Would be a waste for me and you…
-Ed-
When I first laid eyes on you... My breath went cold, My heart became hot, Mixed with so many thoughts I might go crazy or not. I never felt this way before, Maybe this’s what they call love, But from then on, You became my blessed dove. Your face is always remembered In my head, there you mingle, And every time I see your smile, My insides would always tingle. I tried to make you happy all the time, No matter how much the trouble, Until that unfaithful day, Where you burst my love bubble. I didn’t say good bye, or clutch your hand It was as if I was in a trance, I know I made the fault, But darling, just give me another chance.
That day, you just left, Without any messages to me, It still hurt my life, To just stand and watch you leave. Now I can’t get over you Even though we parted ways, No matter how much you hate me, In my heart you will stay. - A poem made by Ed-
When dreams get shattered and all is lost
We must not give up at any cost
When there's nothing left and we feel defeated
We must have faith, and our will not depleted
Hope is what we fight with, to our very end
Our broken spirit, is what it will mend
Something we always have, even when push comes to shove
It is a feeling that's ultimately, love.
- Meek
Cheesy and corny
this poem ...
is horny
And though
IT can be done
I am the only one
who feels this feeling
on this time of day
my features etched in clay
an ethernal memoir
-A Y JACKSON
Your supposed to read it with a rythmic touch
I don't really get this either
Okay, here goes nothing. Old poem of mine, wrote last year. Enjoy!
~* Moonbeam *~
float through the sterling mists,
glide through the ebon night;
ride upon the swaying breeze,
sit upon the verdant leaves.
slither through the shadows dark--
sing a tune of silver bright;
dance across the budding black--
weave a thread of liquid light.
watch the silent starry ether,
see the gallant glowing stars;
feel the waning wintry zephyr,
hear the calming quiet night.
glowing with silvery hope,
shining through the morbid night;
lancing through the heart of fear,
harbinger of radiance--
MOONBEAM
And, here's another one.
~* A Silent Glade *~
A silent glade.
Amidst a sea of rippling green;
like a glittering pearl--
a jewel in the ocean.
Oh how the suns rays
embrace her with radiant beauty;
how the winds breath
brushes across her earthen face.
A silent sentinel--
guardian of the land;
a stronghold for the weak and old--
a welcoming home for all.
Come and sit
upon her flesh
moist and soft,
and tender to the touch.
Feel her warmth,
her motherly embrace
let her hold you,
in her loving arms.
Feel the wind upon your face,
the suns warmth upon your breast,
the cool grass beneath your back,
the gentle touch of nature.
Heh, perhaps a little cheasy.
And this one is a 5/7/5 haicoo collection.
~* Life *~
We all despise it.
Evil, Machiavellian--
The bane of all men.
We can try to fight,
To break through life's binding chains;
But it's all in vane.
Whatever we do
Life will tie us in ropes of
our mortality.
We can only hope
That one day our bonds will break,
and we will be free.
And finally, in the spirit of *shivers* valentines day.
~* Good Night *~
Oh how I will miss you,
your radient face,
glowing oh so bright,
lighting up my night.
Oh how I will miss you,
your melodic voice,
humming oh so sweet,
such a soothing beat.
Oh how I will mis you,
your glamorous skin,
how it feels so grand,
on my nimble hand.
Oh how I will miss you,
the time spent with you,
alone together,
bonded forever.
Now I must tell you,
as hard as it is,
good night computer
My dear computer.
Hah! Bet you weren't expecting that.
~~Hussain~~
Here's a story I did last year as well, it aint that good, but meh.
The soft, almost inaudible sound of the powdery white snow crunching beneath his thick leather boots steadily grew softer, until not a sound could be heard of his presence. Saris came to a silent stop behind an old, gnarly tree, his breathing silent, his body tense, ready for any hint of movement. Around him was splayed out a small grove, carpeted from top to bottom by the recently fallen snow. A crisp wind whistled melodically through the bows of the trees, blowing gently across his face. Still rising in the east, the sun shined brilliantly, its light reflecting off the surrounding white of winter.
Saris was a well built man, of medium height and lean, corded muscles honed by years of hunting in the north. He was entirely garbed in hardened hides, from his hood to his boots, so much so that he looked like a naked animal himself. He did not twitch nor shiver from the cold, remaining as calm as a pristine lake and as silent as an owl. Held tightly in his hands was a finely crafted crossbow, silvery white under the sun's gaze, its bone-smooth surface cold to his bare hands. Upon both of his thighs were strapped three metal bolts, slim and elegant, designed to cut through flesh and meat as easily as through air.
Saris was an experienced hunter from a large settlement nearby. Every year around this time, when the snow was crisp and new, he would come up to this region, high up in Kowlodge Mountain, accompanied by a band of many other hunters. For several nights they would camp up in the cold mountainous environment, hunting the bountiful game that populated its groves and forests. This would not just supply the town with food, but also with leather for clothing and money so that they could last through the rest of the winter.
This year, however, it was different for him. He had been chosen by his people to be the huntmaster, the person on which fell the responsibility of leading the hunt and assuring it was successful, but also something more. As the leader of the hunt, it was his duty to track down and kill one of the most dangerous, and most prized, creatures of the mountains. The Kowl, they called it; and what a creature it was. Many before him had attempted the nearly impossible task, but few ever returned to tell the tale. Those who did often came back brutally wounded, with an arm or a leg missing, and the stories they told could scare even the bravest man. He was determined, however, that he would succeed, and prove his prowess to the others back home. The hunter who could perform such a feat would be hailed and honoured for their bravery and skill.
He had been tracking the Kowl since the previous dawn. So far his efforts had led him to where he was; a small grove situated midway up Kowlodge mountain. He had previously spotted the Kowl resting nearby, but he dared not go further else he draw its attention. No, instead he would wait here patiently, hidden among the trees, and surprise the beast when it wandered close enough. His posture never faltered, remaining tense, ready to move at any moment's notice. He gripped his crossbow tightly, finger ready at the trigger, a bolt already loaded and ready to fire. He kept his breathing to a minimum and stayed still as a statue, so as not to give any sign of his presence. His eyes kept scanning the horizon, searching for any sign that would alert him to the Kowl's approach.
He shifted his position slightly as he sighted some movement along the horizon. His heart started to beat quicker as a small prick of creamy white began to move towards him. He breathed slowly and focused on the approaching figure, trying to calm himself down. If he made any mistake, his guise would be discovered and his life would be put on the line. As the creature drew nearer, he nearly gaped in awe. The Kowl stood almost eight feet in height, with legs as thick as a tree and shoulders as wide as a table. Atop its head sat two wicked horns, each more than two feet long, slightly curved and gleaming with malice. The monster was twice the size of a tundra bear, and even more ferocious. Its muscles rippled under its creamy fur, belying their immense strength.
The Kowl paused when it drew close to where Saris was hiding. The creature's shoulders and back rippled with unnatural strength. Its intimidating figure painted a long shadow against the snow. Saris began to feel slightly afraid; the tales that had been sung, the stories that had been told, they did not compare to the real experience of meeting such a terrible beast. The Kowl slowly shook its massive head from left to right, sniffing the air. Saris' breath caught. Had the Kowl smelled him? Surely not! The Kowl stopped sniffing and was about to continue when a sudden shift of air caused the wind to blow towards it, carrying on it Saris' scent. Saris felt the rush of wind, and prepared himself. He knew what was coming. His grip tightened even more on his crossbow. This was the moment.
The Kowl instantly let loose a mighty bellow that shook the earth and trees, causing the snow to float up in misty clouds around it. It lowered its head, its ivory horns reflecting the sun's light, ready to kill. The ground shook again as the Kowl charged, each strike of its plate-sized paws sending snow whirling around it. Saris braced himself. The animal's charge brought it but within an inch of him. One of its long horns ripped through his leather jacket and underlying clothes, tearing at his flesh before it passed. The wound, although minor, stung profusely. Saris did not waste his time, however, and quickly pivoted around, his finger squeezing his crossbow's trigger. There was a loud crack that echoed through the grove, then a blur of metal as the bolt imbedded in the Kowl's side with a thump.
The subsequent roar shook the entire grove like an earthquake, sending waves of snow crashing down from the treetops. Saris took the time to cock and reload his crossbow as the wounded beast tried to turn around. Its momentum carried it for several yards, and now it was not close enough to retaliate. He knew, however, that he had only wounded it slightly. The creature began its charge again, leaving a trail of flying snow behind it. This time, Saris had enough warning, and he let his second bolt loose just as the Kowl came in firing range. His aim was true, the projectile whistling through the air smoothly, sliding in between the creature's ribs. A spurt of steaming blood escaped the wound, melting through the frost below. Saris quickly dashed out of the way before the enraged animal could strike him back.
By now there was a trail of scarlet behind the Kowl as its two wounds dripped with steaming blood. The hot fluid melted through the thick ice to form small puddles of crimson. Saris could tell that his last shot had dealt some major damage, as the beast was now whimpering slightly, small tremors racking its bloodstained body. Nevertheless, it slowly turned around for a third charge. Saris crouched low, his crossbow aimed at its neck for a killing strike. He waited for the Kowl to get close to him before he fired. A crack resounded through the surrounding area, as if pronouncing the shot's finality. This time his proximity to the beast allowed the bolt to hit the Kowl with greater force, so that it ripped through the beast's skin. A stream of blood began bubbling out of the kowl's thick neck, like a mountain river. It howled in anguish, slumping to the ground with a loud thud. The force of its fall sent tremors up the entire mountainside.
Saris yelled in pain and surprise as one of the fallen animal's flailing paws hit him square in the chest. The force of the blow sent him flying backwards through the air, the cold wind stinging at his face. He lost his breath when he felt the solid trunk of a tree collide with him. The impact sent shivers up his spine and jarred his teeth. He remained glued to the tree for several seconds, before he fell to the snow-laden ground, crumpled in a heap. Waves of pain and fatigue flowed through his body, setting it ablaze. He groaned, then painstakingly got up to see the results of his effort. The Kowl lay still some yards away, a puddle of red swirling around it as its neck wound continued to bleed. Saris leaned against the tree he had just slammed into. The task of bringing down the animal that was sprawled out in front of him had tired and stressed him greatly. But he had done it. He had done what many others before him had tried and failed to do. He had won.
A faint smile alighted on his face.
~~Hussain~~
I also wrote some first paragraphs of never-to-be-finished books...
The snake of Eden
Shuddering against the freezing gale that blew shards of glassy hail, a lone figure trudges into the thicket of the snow-covered forest. Wrapping his wispy scarf around his neck, after blowing a clump of dark hair from his eyes, Brandon squinted against the howling of the cursed wind. He was already at his limit but he still limps through the dense winter forest. It was as though someone had lit a small flame inside his head, something that can’t be extinguished, but it provided enough heat to barely keep him alive as he proceed though the still forest. “Just a few more steps” rang in his mind as tiredness began to take it toll, “and you’ll be able to see Rosaline once again”. Little did he know, that the glimmer of hope to be near his loved one would never become true. He had just taken a step out of the forest, when a deafening bang reached his ear. He stumbled, and tried to steady himself as a dark liquid began to sweep from his chest. Automatically he clasp his hand on the spot where it began to spread, withdrew it, and to his horror, saw that his hand was now bloodstained. He wobbled as he tried to steady himself, but he lost his footing and slipped upon the white blanket laid out to cushion his fall. Flailing his arms, he tried to get back up, but his energy seems to be slowly extinguished until not a single limb of his could move. A shudder blazed though his entire body as he lay on the soft damp snow that embraced him into its welcoming arms. Sensing another presence, he turned his head, but could only make out a faint outline of someone, before tiredness overwhelmed his mind, and he gradually slipped into a deep coma…
Predator or Prey
Ughh, not again… why do you keep moving old man… grumbled the raven-like figure as he nimbly darted across rooftops, feets above his prey. He had been stalking the same person ever since he had met the drunken fellow in an alleyway across a nightclub ten years ago. He had thought the guy as an easy target but in a struggle, he lost the use of his good eye. Now he followed the drunk nearly everywhere for a total of eight bloody and exhausting years, while planning how to get revenge and a decent meal at the same time. He was pulled back into the present when he felt a blade of gleaming silver stroke his neck and a soft feminine voice as soft as silk whispered into his ear. “You shouldn’t be wandering alone, hon.” He wheeled around in a flash, and found himself staring into a pair of seducing female eyes. His gaze averted back and forth until he realized who was his assaulter. He was glaring at his personal secretary who had somehow ignored his commands and follows him without being noticed. His reply was a harsh growl of annoyance. “Get back to headquarters or else.” She folded her arms across her burst and asked, “Or else what?” with a smirk. This time, the trembling growl became a rough snarl of anger. “Or else, I will drag you back there myself, dead or alive!” She pouted but turned around. As she was about to leave the scene, she heard a much calmer but strict statement, “I don’t even know what had persuade me to hire you, your gracefulness and your flattery, or you’re cunning?” He knew that she would not reply to his statement, but he noticed a flicker of a small smile of amusement as she leapt off the twenty-feet building and into the crisp dark night. He hastily spun around and tries to find any tracks that might hint where his prey had wandered off into, during the time he was distracted by his employee. Not surprisingly, his mark had wandered from sight, but with excellence night vision, he spotted his target near the town square, fifteen feets ahead of where the drunk used to be standing. He quickened his pace to catch up to his escaping prey, and at that moment, a race of survival had begun. The competitors were the drunk and the raven-haired man, each trying to get ahead of each other for their own gain. The drunk is trying to get back home, and his pursuer is trying to murder his prey. Finally after two exhausting hours, the drunk wobbled to the side, felt a wave of vomit rise to his throat and vomited onto the pavement. The pursuer, at that exact time, had leapt off the twenty five-feet building and had produced a hidden poisonous blade. He violently rammed the blade into his victim’s back that it had been stuck and took a moment to dislodge. Once he extracted his blade from his prey, the victim’s last breath was shrill scream that pierced the night sky, before he kicked the feeble drunk with a force so large, it literally buried the drunk halfway into the pavement. He stared down in disgust as blood as dark as a crimson rose, poured like ocean waves out of the still corpse. He wiped his bloodstained blade on his enveloping cloak as he heard footsteps arriving. As nimble as a cat, he fled the scene, relieved that his captors would have no clue of the murderer. Little did he know that, the murder would just be the beginning…
Blood Lust Harmony
One month ago…
“Gail, WAKE UP SLEEPYHEAD!” roared the voice of my roommate, Rufus. I could barely make out his outline due to the glare of the sunlight that flooded our room, but I was determined to get more sleep. “Just a few more minutes”, I replied as I went back to sleep. Before I could barely shut my eyes, my blanket was ripped out of my hands like it was caught in a hurricane. I thrashed out of bed with my eyes ablaze, wanting to kill Rufus, but the next thing I heard froze my heart. “My, my, it seems like Gailabrost is finally awake.” I spun around to find Chast sitting on my personal table, like there was nothing in the whole world that was as interesting as lounging on my chair. I gasped at him, and then directed my anger toward Rufus. “ Of all of the people in this institute, why did you let him into our dorm?”, I yelled, “He tried to kill me last year!” Before Rufus had anything to say, Chast interrupted. “ He didn’t let me in. I snuck into your dorm by the window.” I found my voice and tried to answer “but the window was locked yester…” but Chast cut my sentence off with a flourish of his hand. “ Haven’t you forgotten I learnt lock picking before” he replied with that silky voice of his, “ and I didn’t tried to kill you, because where else would I find a lab teste… I mean assistant for my experiments?” I stammered for an answer, but I was interrupted again. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a test to study for.”, said Chast as he closed the door behind him. I dropped to the floor on my knees, shocked by the sudden appearance and disappearance of Chast. Tears of fear began to stream from my eyes as I stammered the only sentence that appeared in my head, “ I…hate…you…Christ…!”, before I flung my head back and screamed it again, “I HATE YOU!”.
These are just drafts but I wouldn't be editing them again. -Ed-
Here is a haiku.
You'll learn to like it. Love, she whispers to me, it's A beautiful thing.
~Alan
Freedom
It’s a clear and calm night; the stars are out above me, the full moon shining brightly. The sky has lost all remnants of sunlight, now a distant memory. A soft breeze rustles the leaves of a nearby tree, and there is no one out on the streets. I take a deep breath, feeling the cool air filling my lungs.
I start running.
The air is cool, rushing by my face. I know this route well, the streetlights flying past me, and the pavement shining with a soft reflected glow. My feet meet the ground only fleetingly, my arms whipping back and forth by my sides. Up ahead is a gate, but not deterred, I climb over it and follow my route. I turn a corner, jump over a railing, turn past another corner. There is a rhythm, a pattern, and I do not stop. There was nothing that could prevent me from stopping now.
I run through a field, the comforting glow of the city lights behind my back. I pass by a park in a passing moment, the childhood memories of playing on swings and the seesaws barely registering a flicker in my thoughts. I pause briefly atop of a wall, a large drop on the other side, before taking a leap. I break out of my roll running; there is no time to spare.
I approach a building, blood pounding through my veins. The dull red bricks covering the walls appear only as a shade of grey. I run towards a pipe, crawling up its length. Reaching the top, I realize that my time is growing short, and a glow crawls up from the eastern horizon. The gravel crunching beneath my feet, I dash across the rooftop, jumping through, climbing over, and sliding under a variety of ventilation and insulation installations. Jumping up and grabbing the top of another wall, the cool metal feels smooth beneath my hands as I pull up, using my feet to push myself over the top. I glance upwards, my feet a blur beneath me, the end in sight.
I begin to slow down, first from a sprint to a casual jog. As I approach ever closer to my goal, I start to walk slowly, feeling my tired limbs burn and ache. I stop and draw a series of shallow breaths. I can’t believe I’ve made it.
I look down, a three-story drop below, my toes at the very edge of the roof. There is a paved area below me, crisscrossed by the white lines of various games of hopscotch and four square, bringing back many memories. As I wait, for a moment, I sway slightly in the breeze. The sky is getting brighter by the second. And then it happens.
The light streams over the horizon, filling the sky with its brilliance. The sun, fiery red, starts to climb up into the sky. I can now see clearly the path I had taken, the obstacles I’ve overcome, the places I’ve passed. Looking all around me, the birds start chirping, pets start yowling, and light reflects off the frosty roofs of a row of houses. I raise my arms, the feeling is wonderful. Once again, I take a deep breath, but this one is full of warm morning air, rejuvenating and revitalizing. I take another one, and another, and a smile spreads across my face. It must be strange seeing me here, I thought, a lone figure standing at the edge of a rooftop. But I feel no fear, instead only joy, for a wise man once said, he who is brave, is free.
-SingYu
This was my CyberARTs creative writing application. Feel free to criticize, although I handed it in already.
Brought to you by Xuechun Zhang and Judy Chen.
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FUNNY BUNNY"
1) By the forest, a meadow green Where in springtime wild flowers grow. Nearby, ancient mountains loom From which glittering rivers flow.
2) Here in the tangled grass Beneath tumbling piles of stones, Links of cozy burrows are found In which bunnies make their homes.
3) Bunnies small and bunnies large Bunnies of all different types Bunnies with folded, floppy ears And bunnies with spots and stripes.
4) However one thing is apparent, If to stumble across them you were: It’s that all of them are brown, Shades from vandyke to ochre.
5) And with this attribute in common The bunnies, they flourished in peace. Many seasons quickly passed, Marked by tulip sprouts and geese.
6) One fine spring, still early before dawn, A litter of kits were born. Like any other litter before They grew in their den, so warm.
7) But as these kits grew, so rapidly they did One thing was quickly seen: A certain kit's fur had grown out as white With a ghostly silver sheen.
8) Soon enough, the kits were aged Enough to be let out to play Around the meadow they hopped and rolled And played their games day after day.
9) While they laughed and had their fun, One white bunny watched from afar. The others glared when it came near, Giving it looks of bizarre.
10) Courageously, the bunny asked, “Hey guys, can I play too?” The others looked it up and down And shuffling, they withdrew.
11) “Why not?”, the bunny yelled After the others who looked away. “I’m not so different from you!” At its white coat, they replied, “Touché”
12) Dejected, the bunny turned away, Just as it began to rain. Plump raindrops fell from the sky, Carrying its disgrace and pain.
13) Splatter hard, the rain, it did, Yet still the bunny stayed. Under an old dead log it hid, Its bark had long decayed.
14) "I don't fit in, oh, why is this so?" The bunny sobbed and flailed. It pounded its paws against the muddy ground And cried and bawled and wailed.
15) Soon enough the rain let up And the bunny's tears were spent. It headed back to its burrow; Across the meadow it went.
16) As it walked, a realization came When it looked down at its feet: The mud from the ground had coated its fur And thick, it clung like a sheet.
17) The mud was brown, a rich shade too, Such a beautiful tone it was, That the bunny rolled around for more And it became a brown shade without flaws.
18) "I'm now the same as everybody else!" The bunny joyously exclaimed. So with this new look, it hurried home; With nothing of which to be ashamed.
19) As the sun shone through the trees The morning of the next day, The bunny headed outside To join the others to play.
20) They casually let it join Without a second of delay, Thinking it was one of them, With its soft fur coloured like clay.
21) So the days went on like this With the bunny accepted, Until suddenly one day it realized This was not the life it had expected.
22) Every day was monotonous, Always the same as before, So finally it decided To rid this life of bore.
23) The upcoming day it went Back into the forest And found itself a stream Of clean water, the surest.
24) "No more do I want to be The same as everyone else. From now on my fur shall remain as white, I will stay true to myself."
25) With this bold statement, It splashed into the stream. And quickly the dried mud washed off; Its fur back to a bright white sheen.
26) In conclusion, the moral is
Differences are not so bad.
Stick to what you believe in And one day you shall be glad.
27) The end.
Towards everyone with iPod Touches and iPhones
if you want apps and dont wanna pay for them, i can give you the ones i already bought...
Just tell me and i'll probably give it to you in the library
I know I'm early but what the heck :P
A time of year when men drain their money
For girls of all sorts, pretty and funny
Slowly approaching about a week near
A day where couples are happy and cheer
For love, for chocolate, for flowers, and more
When boys holding bouquets knock at your door
To all the boys, don't be annoying and hate
It's a celebrated and joyful date
So I know I'm early but what the hey, <-- xD
To everybody, Happy Valentines Day :)
Hey.... like firearms? like CoD gameplays? check out FPSRussia on Youtube :)
Here it is... A response to edward's xD
Meh :P
Standing on my balcony under a moonlit sky A feeling spreads through me and I don't know why I feel at peace as a soft breeze brushes my skin A night so silent, I can hear the drop of a pin With each passing second, the feeling grows Unexplainable and indescribable, like no one knows It suddenly reminds me of the mistake I’ve made Not stepping into the light, but hidden in shade The peace turns into regret, the silent is broken Wishing I had said the words I haven’t yet spoken A phrase so simple, so commonly used Sometimes accepted, sometimes refused It contains three words that are very true So here it is… to say, “I love you” -Meek
There are 10 types of people in the world. Those who understand binary, and those who don't.
It's not so bad,
Just a bit tad,
But I agree with Birunthaa there,
That Michael's poem does have a romantic flare,
But wouldn't it be fair,
For people to not write much but stare,
Come on, a poem is as easy as breathing air,
Since you just have to sit and type letters,
And if you don't like it, make it better!
It's not that hard much lest,
If everyone try to cooperate it might best.
But since I would avoid a verbal fight,
I WISH EVERYONE A REALLY GOOD NIGHT!
-Ed-
Valentines Day is steadily closing in
So get ready to make your wallet empty and thin
Even if it's to friends, show how much they mean
From chocolate to movies shown on a wide screen
Or make it yourself, and add some flare
It's the thought that counts and how much you care
So try something new and have it your way
What will you do for Valentines Day?
-Meek
Something will be awarded for answering this correctly ;)
PLEASE ANSWER IN DISCUSSION OR IT WILL NOT COUNT :D
I have a poster in my room... It's of a cat dressed in a pink dress =D (Cuz its so cool >:D)
WHAT IS THE TITLE OF THE POSTER :)
-M33k
Katherine has become a beast and answered the question xD
it was PRETTY IN PINK ;)
-M33k
Friendship :D
Life can throw itself upon you, Its bad qualities blocking the good from view. Hearts are broken and friendships torn, But from this darkness, a new light is born. Fighting off lies, fear, and hate, Uncovering hope from its own gate. Revealing courage, love, and trust These types of traits, will never rust. So whenever you're down, just look back and see, I'll be standing right there, cause you'll always have me.
-M33k
Series of Haikus.
Pelicans
Pelicans can fly
They fly like Pelican fly
Spider man swag
People
People are like me
In a way, but not really
Spider man swag
Refrigerator
Refrigerator
You keep my food and stuff cool
Refrigerator
Ice Cream
I freaking love ice cream
It's like, the best food ever
I love ice cream
Rude poems
Your Imagination vs Reality
She whispered "will it hurt me?"
"Of course not" answered he
"It's a very simple process,
You can rely on me."
She said "I'm very frightened,
I've not had this before.
My friend has had it five times
And said it can be sore."
It was growing rather painful
Tears formed in her eyes
It was hurting quite a bit now
It must have been a size.
"Calm yourself" he whispered
"His face filled with a grin
"Try and open wider
So I can get it in."
"It's coming now" he whispered
"I know" she cried in bliss
Feeling it deep within her now
She said "I am glad I'm having this."
And with a final effort
She gave a frightened shout
He gripped it in anguish
And quickly pulled it out.
She lay back quite contended
Sighed and gave a smile
She said "I'm glad I came now
You made it worth my while."
Now if you read this carefully
The dentist you will find
Is not what you imagined
It's just your dirty mind!!
It Goes In Dry, It Comes Out Wet
It goes in dry, it comes out wet,
the longer it's in the stronger it gets
we can have it in bed, just you and me
its not what you think, it's a cup of tea!!!!
Mary Had A Duck
Mary had a little lamb she also had a duck,
she took it round the corner to teach it how to
fry some eggs for breakfast, fry some eggs for tea
the more you eat, the more you drink the more you want to
Peter had a boat the boat began to rock
up jumped some jaws and bit off his
cocktails, ginger ales, forty cents a glass
if you don't like it shove it up your
ask no questions tell no lies
I saw a police man doing up his
flies are bad mosquitoes are worse
and this is the end of my silly little verse!
Mother Goose
Mary had a little lamb
Her father shot it dead.
Now it goes to school with her,
between two chunks of bread.
Little Miss Muffet sat on a tuffet,
her clothes all tattered and torn.
It wasn't the spider that crept beside her,
But Little Boy Blue and his horn.
Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall.
All the kings horses and all the kings men,
said "F*ck him, He's only an egg.
Georgie Porgy pudding and pie.
Kissed the girls and made them cry.
When the boys came out to play,
He kissed them too, cause he was gay.
Jack and Jill
Went up the hill
to have some hanky panky.
Silly Jill forgot her pill
And now there's little Franky.
Old Mother Hubbard
Went to the cupboard
to fetch her poor dog a bone.
When she bent over
Rover took over,
And gave her a bone of his own.
Little Boy Blew.
Hey. He needed the money.
Looking At the Sky
Last night I lay in my bed looking up at the stars,
the beautiful sky and the endless horizon
and suddenly I thought where the f* is my roof?
The Lady Next Door A little boy walks into his parents' room Then wears a quizzical frown When he see his Mom on top of his Dad Bouncing up and down. The mother quickly dismounts, Worried about what her son saw She dresses quickly and goes to find him. Standing outside the door He asks, 'What were you doing to Dad just then?' She replies, 'Well, you know Dad is fat He has a big tummy so sometimes I get on top and make it flat.' 'Well, you're just wasting your time, Mom,' She is told by her bright young pup Cos when you got out, the lady next door Gets on her knees and blows it back up.'
Cheating Parents Mother returned from 2 days away Her little boy greeted her by saying, "Mummy, guess what! Yesterday! I was in your wardrobe, playing Daddy came in with the lady next door And their clothes started to drop And they lay undressed on the bed And then daddy climbed on top ..." Mother held up her hand. "Not another word. That story's bad Exactly what you've just told me." I want you to tell to Dad As Dad walked into the house, His wife said, "I'm off. I'm packed already, see? " "But why--" asked the startled father. "Sonny. Tell him what you told me." "Well," Sonny said, "I was playing in your wardrobe And daddy came in with the lady next door And they got undressed And all their clothes were on the floor And they got up on the bed And then they did that thing That you did with Uncle John When daddy was away, last Spring."
Three Wishes Granny An old lady is rocking on her porch Chewing baccy and drinking beers While reflecting on her life, A fairy godmother appears And says she can have three wishes. Says the old lady," if I may be so bold I'd like to be really stinking rich."
*POOF
Her chair turns to solid gold.
She says, I'd like to be young again
And pretty, with poise, finesse *POOF*
In less than it takes to blink an eye
She's a beautiful princess
While considering her third wish
The old woman's cat wanders in
Ooh...can you change him into a prince?"
All handsome tall and thin *POOF*
There before her stands an Adonis
Where once was her kitten
More handsome than she could have imagined.
She stares, all coy and... smitten
With a smile that makes her knees weak.
And with breath, decidedly bated
He whispers "Now I bet you're regretting
You had me neutered... snipped...castrated!!
-A tribute to Fear-
Sometimes when the candle burns out,
The room goes dark,
Shadows start seeping through the walls,
Tears began to flow, and voices began to shout,
In fear of what you will hark,
A plea of help began to call,
But when bangs finally broke the door,
It’s to late to save all but,
A quivering mess crying on the floor.
Edward and Michael this is for you
Roses are red
Violets are blue
I like pie :)
How 'bout you? :D
_
YoYoYoYoYoYoYoYoYoYoYoYo
Violets are blue
Roses are red
I should be doing homework
But I'm on facebook instead
;)
To: Mr. Forsyth.... not for long lol.
Inb4 the blog abuse
I wonder if it's any use
To italicize and bold the words
That they'll ignore, it's quite absurd
No names, pink font, all violets, roses
Randomly random poems and proses
But no offense to all my friends
Okay, goodbye, this is the end
- Katherine
That was the most boring thing I've ever read
It lacks humour and flare, it's plain boring I said
What's Inb4? Your poem confuses me
I dislike it, I want a new poem I plea
A good attempt from what you have showed
But no offense... YOU JUST GOT TROLLED :)
For centuries, we stared at the heavens above,
We use as a release whenever we’re stressed
So peacefully calm, and innocent like a dove.
But yet we never are able to reach it,
No matter what we try,
I guess the only way to heaven,
Is for us to die.
But what could we do,
Cause once we’re in there,
Every thing we could have done here,
Would be a waste for me and you…
-Ed-
When I first laid eyes on you...
My breath went cold,
My heart became hot,
Mixed with so many thoughts
I might go crazy or not.
I never felt this way before,
Maybe this’s what they call love,
But from then on,
You became my blessed dove.
Your face is always remembered
In my head, there you mingle,
And every time I see your smile,
My insides would always tingle.
I tried to make you happy all the time,
No matter how much the trouble,
Until that unfaithful day,
Where you burst my love bubble.
I didn’t say good bye, or clutch your hand
It was as if I was in a trance,
I know I made the fault,
But darling, just give me another chance.
That day, you just left,
Without any messages to me,
It still hurt my life,
To just stand and watch you leave.
Now I can’t get over you
Even though we parted ways,
No matter how much you hate me,
In my heart you will stay.
- A poem made by Ed-
When dreams get shattered and all is lost
We must not give up at any cost
When there's nothing left and we feel defeated
We must have faith, and our will not depleted
Hope is what we fight with, to our very end
Our broken spirit, is what it will mend
Something we always have, even when push comes to shove
It is a feeling that's ultimately, love.
- Meek
Cheesy and corny
this poem ...
is horny
And though
IT can be done
I am the only one
who feels this feeling
on this time of day
my features etched in clay
an ethernal memoir
-A Y JACKSON
Your supposed to read it with a rythmic touch
I don't really get this either
Okay, here goes nothing. Old poem of mine, wrote last year. Enjoy!
~* Moonbeam *~
float through the sterling mists,
glide through the ebon night;
ride upon the swaying breeze,
sit upon the verdant leaves.
slither through the shadows dark--
sing a tune of silver bright;
dance across the budding black--
weave a thread of liquid light.
watch the silent starry ether,
see the gallant glowing stars;
feel the waning wintry zephyr,
hear the calming quiet night.
glowing with silvery hope,
shining through the morbid night;
lancing through the heart of fear,
harbinger of radiance--
MOONBEAM
And, here's another one.
~* A Silent Glade *~
A silent glade.
Amidst a sea of rippling green;
like a glittering pearl--
a jewel in the ocean.
Oh how the suns rays
embrace her with radiant beauty;
how the winds breath
brushes across her earthen face.
A silent sentinel--
guardian of the land;
a stronghold for the weak and old--
a welcoming home for all.
Come and sit
upon her flesh
moist and soft,
and tender to the touch.
Feel her warmth,
her motherly embrace
let her hold you,
in her loving arms.
Feel the wind upon your face,
the suns warmth upon your breast,
the cool grass beneath your back,
the gentle touch of nature.
Heh, perhaps a little cheasy.
And this one is a 5/7/5 haicoo collection.
~* Life *~
We all despise it.
Evil, Machiavellian--
The bane of all men.
We can try to fight,
To break through life's binding chains;
But it's all in vane.
Whatever we do
Life will tie us in ropes of
our mortality.
We can only hope
That one day our bonds will break,
and we will be free.
And finally, in the spirit of *shivers* valentines day.
~* Good Night *~
Oh how I will miss you,
your radient face,
glowing oh so bright,
lighting up my night.
Oh how I will miss you,
your melodic voice,
humming oh so sweet,
such a soothing beat.
Oh how I will mis you,
your glamorous skin,
how it feels so grand,
on my nimble hand.
Oh how I will miss you,
the time spent with you,
alone together,
bonded forever.
Now I must tell you,
as hard as it is,
good night computer
My dear computer.
Hah! Bet you weren't expecting that.
~~Hussain~~
Here's a story I did last year as well, it aint that good, but meh.
The soft, almost inaudible sound of the powdery white snow crunching beneath his thick leather boots steadily grew softer, until not a sound could be heard of his presence. Saris came to a silent stop behind an old, gnarly tree, his breathing silent, his body tense, ready for any hint of movement. Around him was splayed out a small grove, carpeted from top to bottom by the recently fallen snow. A crisp wind whistled melodically through the bows of the trees, blowing gently across his face. Still rising in the east, the sun shined brilliantly, its light reflecting off the surrounding white of winter.
Saris was a well built man, of medium height and lean, corded muscles honed by years of hunting in the north. He was entirely garbed in hardened hides, from his hood to his boots, so much so that he looked like a naked animal himself. He did not twitch nor shiver from the cold, remaining as calm as a pristine lake and as silent as an owl. Held tightly in his hands was a finely crafted crossbow, silvery white under the sun's gaze, its bone-smooth surface cold to his bare hands. Upon both of his thighs were strapped three metal bolts, slim and elegant, designed to cut through flesh and meat as easily as through air.
Saris was an experienced hunter from a large settlement nearby. Every year around this time, when the snow was crisp and new, he would come up to this region, high up in Kowlodge Mountain, accompanied by a band of many other hunters. For several nights they would camp up in the cold mountainous environment, hunting the bountiful game that populated its groves and forests. This would not just supply the town with food, but also with leather for clothing and money so that they could last through the rest of the winter.
This year, however, it was different for him. He had been chosen by his people to be the huntmaster, the person on which fell the responsibility of leading the hunt and assuring it was successful, but also something more. As the leader of the hunt, it was his duty to track down and kill one of the most dangerous, and most prized, creatures of the mountains. The Kowl, they called it; and what a creature it was. Many before him had attempted the nearly impossible task, but few ever returned to tell the tale. Those who did often came back brutally wounded, with an arm or a leg missing, and the stories they told could scare even the bravest man. He was determined, however, that he would succeed, and prove his prowess to the others back home. The hunter who could perform such a feat would be hailed and honoured for their bravery and skill.
He had been tracking the Kowl since the previous dawn. So far his efforts had led him to where he was; a small grove situated midway up Kowlodge mountain. He had previously spotted the Kowl resting nearby, but he dared not go further else he draw its attention. No, instead he would wait here patiently, hidden among the trees, and surprise the beast when it wandered close enough. His posture never faltered, remaining tense, ready to move at any moment's notice. He gripped his crossbow tightly, finger ready at the trigger, a bolt already loaded and ready to fire. He kept his breathing to a minimum and stayed still as a statue, so as not to give any sign of his presence. His eyes kept scanning the horizon, searching for any sign that would alert him to the Kowl's approach.
He shifted his position slightly as he sighted some movement along the horizon. His heart started to beat quicker as a small prick of creamy white began to move towards him. He breathed slowly and focused on the approaching figure, trying to calm himself down. If he made any mistake, his guise would be discovered and his life would be put on the line. As the creature drew nearer, he nearly gaped in awe. The Kowl stood almost eight feet in height, with legs as thick as a tree and shoulders as wide as a table. Atop its head sat two wicked horns, each more than two feet long, slightly curved and gleaming with malice. The monster was twice the size of a tundra bear, and even more ferocious. Its muscles rippled under its creamy fur, belying their immense strength.
The Kowl paused when it drew close to where Saris was hiding. The creature's shoulders and back rippled with unnatural strength. Its intimidating figure painted a long shadow against the snow. Saris began to feel slightly afraid; the tales that had been sung, the stories that had been told, they did not compare to the real experience of meeting such a terrible beast. The Kowl slowly shook its massive head from left to right, sniffing the air. Saris' breath caught. Had the Kowl smelled him? Surely not! The Kowl stopped sniffing and was about to continue when a sudden shift of air caused the wind to blow towards it, carrying on it Saris' scent. Saris felt the rush of wind, and prepared himself. He knew what was coming. His grip tightened even more on his crossbow. This was the moment.
The Kowl instantly let loose a mighty bellow that shook the earth and trees, causing the snow to float up in misty clouds around it. It lowered its head, its ivory horns reflecting the sun's light, ready to kill. The ground shook again as the Kowl charged, each strike of its plate-sized paws sending snow whirling around it. Saris braced himself. The animal's charge brought it but within an inch of him. One of its long horns ripped through his leather jacket and underlying clothes, tearing at his flesh before it passed. The wound, although minor, stung profusely. Saris did not waste his time, however, and quickly pivoted around, his finger squeezing his crossbow's trigger. There was a loud crack that echoed through the grove, then a blur of metal as the bolt imbedded in the Kowl's side with a thump.
The subsequent roar shook the entire grove like an earthquake, sending waves of snow crashing down from the treetops. Saris took the time to cock and reload his crossbow as the wounded beast tried to turn around. Its momentum carried it for several yards, and now it was not close enough to retaliate. He knew, however, that he had only wounded it slightly. The creature began its charge again, leaving a trail of flying snow behind it. This time, Saris had enough warning, and he let his second bolt loose just as the Kowl came in firing range. His aim was true, the projectile whistling through the air smoothly, sliding in between the creature's ribs. A spurt of steaming blood escaped the wound, melting through the frost below. Saris quickly dashed out of the way before the enraged animal could strike him back.
By now there was a trail of scarlet behind the Kowl as its two wounds dripped with steaming blood. The hot fluid melted through the thick ice to form small puddles of crimson. Saris could tell that his last shot had dealt some major damage, as the beast was now whimpering slightly, small tremors racking its bloodstained body. Nevertheless, it slowly turned around for a third charge. Saris crouched low, his crossbow aimed at its neck for a killing strike. He waited for the Kowl to get close to him before he fired. A crack resounded through the surrounding area, as if pronouncing the shot's finality. This time his proximity to the beast allowed the bolt to hit the Kowl with greater force, so that it ripped through the beast's skin. A stream of blood began bubbling out of the kowl's thick neck, like a mountain river. It howled in anguish, slumping to the ground with a loud thud. The force of its fall sent tremors up the entire mountainside.
Saris yelled in pain and surprise as one of the fallen animal's flailing paws hit him square in the chest. The force of the blow sent him flying backwards through the air, the cold wind stinging at his face. He lost his breath when he felt the solid trunk of a tree collide with him. The impact sent shivers up his spine and jarred his teeth. He remained glued to the tree for several seconds, before he fell to the snow-laden ground, crumpled in a heap. Waves of pain and fatigue flowed through his body, setting it ablaze. He groaned, then painstakingly got up to see the results of his effort. The Kowl lay still some yards away, a puddle of red swirling around it as its neck wound continued to bleed. Saris leaned against the tree he had just slammed into. The task of bringing down the animal that was sprawled out in front of him had tired and stressed him greatly. But he had done it. He had done what many others before him had tried and failed to do. He had won.
A faint smile alighted on his face.
~~Hussain~~
I also wrote some first paragraphs of never-to-be-finished books...
The snake of Eden
Shuddering against the freezing gale that blew shards of glassy hail, a lone figure trudges into the thicket of the snow-covered forest. Wrapping his wispy scarf around his neck, after blowing a clump of dark hair from his eyes, Brandon squinted against the howling of the cursed wind. He was already at his limit but he still limps through the dense winter forest. It was as though someone had lit a small flame inside his head, something that can’t be extinguished, but it provided enough heat to barely keep him alive as he proceed though the still forest. “Just a few more steps” rang in his mind as tiredness began to take it toll, “and you’ll be able to see Rosaline once again”. Little did he know, that the glimmer of hope to be near his loved one would never become true. He had just taken a step out of the forest, when a deafening bang reached his ear. He stumbled, and tried to steady himself as a dark liquid began to sweep from his chest. Automatically he clasp his hand on the spot where it began to spread, withdrew it, and to his horror, saw that his hand was now bloodstained. He wobbled as he tried to steady himself, but he lost his footing and slipped upon the white blanket laid out to cushion his fall. Flailing his arms, he tried to get back up, but his energy seems to be slowly extinguished until not a single limb of his could move. A shudder blazed though his entire body as he lay on the soft damp snow that embraced him into its welcoming arms. Sensing another presence, he turned his head, but could only make out a faint outline of someone, before tiredness overwhelmed his mind, and he gradually slipped into a deep coma…
Predator or Prey
Ughh, not again… why do you keep moving old man… grumbled the raven-like figure as he nimbly darted across rooftops, feets above his prey.
He had been stalking the same person ever since he had met the drunken fellow in an alleyway across a nightclub ten years ago. He had thought the guy as an easy target but in a struggle, he lost the use of his good eye. Now he followed the drunk nearly everywhere for a total of eight bloody and exhausting years, while planning how to get revenge and a decent meal at the same time.
He was pulled back into the present when he felt a blade of gleaming silver stroke his neck and a soft feminine voice as soft as silk whispered into his ear. “You shouldn’t be wandering alone, hon.” He wheeled around in a flash, and found himself staring into a pair of seducing female eyes. His gaze averted back and forth until he realized who was his assaulter. He was glaring at his personal secretary who had somehow ignored his commands and follows him without being noticed. His reply was a harsh growl of annoyance. “Get back to headquarters or else.” She folded her arms across her burst and asked, “Or else what?” with a smirk. This time, the trembling growl became a rough snarl of anger. “Or else, I will drag you back there myself, dead or alive!” She pouted but turned around. As she was about to leave the scene, she heard a much calmer but strict statement, “I don’t even know what had persuade me to hire you, your gracefulness and your flattery, or you’re cunning?” He knew that she would not reply to his statement, but he noticed a flicker of a small smile of amusement as she leapt off the twenty-feet building and into the crisp dark night.
He hastily spun around and tries to find any tracks that might hint where his prey had wandered off into, during the time he was distracted by his employee. Not surprisingly, his mark had wandered from sight, but with excellence night vision, he spotted his target near the town square, fifteen feets ahead of where the drunk used to be standing. He quickened his pace to catch up to his escaping prey, and at that moment, a race of survival had begun. The competitors were the drunk and the raven-haired man, each trying to get ahead of each other for their own gain. The drunk is trying to get back home, and his pursuer is trying to murder his prey. Finally after two exhausting hours, the drunk wobbled to the side, felt a wave of vomit rise to his throat and vomited onto the pavement. The pursuer, at that exact time, had leapt off the twenty five-feet building and had produced a hidden poisonous blade. He violently rammed the blade into his victim’s back that it had been stuck and took a moment to dislodge. Once he extracted his blade from his prey, the victim’s last breath was shrill scream that pierced the night sky, before he kicked the feeble drunk with a force so large, it literally buried the drunk halfway into the pavement. He stared down in disgust as blood as dark as a crimson rose, poured like ocean waves out of the still corpse. He wiped his bloodstained blade on his enveloping cloak as he heard footsteps arriving. As nimble as a cat, he fled the scene, relieved that his captors would have no clue of the murderer. Little did he know that, the murder would just be the beginning…
Blood Lust Harmony
One month ago…
“Gail, WAKE UP SLEEPYHEAD!” roared the voice of my roommate, Rufus. I could barely make out his outline due to the glare of the sunlight that flooded our room, but I was determined to get more sleep. “Just a few more minutes”, I replied as I went back to sleep. Before I could barely shut my eyes, my blanket was ripped out of my hands like it was caught in a hurricane. I thrashed out of bed with my eyes ablaze, wanting to kill Rufus, but the next thing I heard froze my heart. “My, my, it seems like Gailabrost is finally awake.” I spun around to find Chast sitting on my personal table, like there was nothing in the whole world that was as interesting as lounging on my chair. I gasped at him, and then directed my anger toward Rufus. “ Of all of the people in this institute, why did you let him into our dorm?”, I yelled, “He tried to kill me last year!” Before Rufus had anything to say, Chast interrupted. “ He didn’t let me in. I snuck into your dorm by the window.” I found my voice and tried to answer “but the window was locked yester…” but Chast cut my sentence off with a flourish of his hand. “ Haven’t you forgotten I learnt lock picking before” he replied with that silky voice of his, “ and I didn’t tried to kill you, because where else would I find a lab teste… I mean assistant for my experiments?” I stammered for an answer, but I was interrupted again. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a test to study for.”, said Chast as he closed the door behind him. I dropped to the floor on my knees, shocked by the sudden appearance and disappearance of Chast. Tears of fear began to stream from my eyes as I stammered the only sentence that appeared in my head, “ I…hate…you…Christ…!”, before I flung my head back and screamed it again, “I HATE YOU!”.These are just drafts but I wouldn't be editing them again.
-Ed-
Here is a haiku.
You'll learn to like it.
Love, she whispers to me, it's
A beautiful thing.
~Alan
Freedom
It’s a clear and calm night; the stars are out above me, the full moon shining brightly. The sky has lost all remnants of sunlight, now a distant memory. A soft breeze rustles the leaves of a nearby tree, and there is no one out on the streets. I take a deep breath, feeling the cool air filling my lungs.
I start running.
The air is cool, rushing by my face. I know this route well, the streetlights flying past me, and the pavement shining with a soft reflected glow. My feet meet the ground only fleetingly, my arms whipping back and forth by my sides. Up ahead is a gate, but not deterred, I climb over it and follow my route. I turn a corner, jump over a railing, turn past another corner. There is a rhythm, a pattern, and I do not stop. There was nothing that could prevent me from stopping now.
I run through a field, the comforting glow of the city lights behind my back. I pass by a park in a passing moment, the childhood memories of playing on swings and the seesaws barely registering a flicker in my thoughts. I pause briefly atop of a wall, a large drop on the other side, before taking a leap. I break out of my roll running; there is no time to spare.
I approach a building, blood pounding through my veins. The dull red bricks covering the walls appear only as a shade of grey. I run towards a pipe, crawling up its length. Reaching the top, I realize that my time is growing short, and a glow crawls up from the eastern horizon. The gravel crunching beneath my feet, I dash across the rooftop, jumping through, climbing over, and sliding under a variety of ventilation and insulation installations. Jumping up and grabbing the top of another wall, the cool metal feels smooth beneath my hands as I pull up, using my feet to push myself over the top. I glance upwards, my feet a blur beneath me, the end in sight.
I begin to slow down, first from a sprint to a casual jog. As I approach ever closer to my goal, I start to walk slowly, feeling my tired limbs burn and ache. I stop and draw a series of shallow breaths. I can’t believe I’ve made it.
I look down, a three-story drop below, my toes at the very edge of the roof. There is a paved area below me, crisscrossed by the white lines of various games of hopscotch and four square, bringing back many memories. As I wait, for a moment, I sway slightly in the breeze. The sky is getting brighter by the second. And then it happens.
The light streams over the horizon, filling the sky with its brilliance. The sun, fiery red, starts to climb up into the sky. I can now see clearly the path I had taken, the obstacles I’ve overcome, the places I’ve passed. Looking all around me, the birds start chirping, pets start yowling, and light reflects off the frosty roofs of a row of houses. I raise my arms, the feeling is wonderful. Once again, I take a deep breath, but this one is full of warm morning air, rejuvenating and revitalizing. I take another one, and another, and a smile spreads across my face. It must be strange seeing me here, I thought, a lone figure standing at the edge of a rooftop. But I feel no fear, instead only joy, for a wise man once said, he who is brave, is free.
-SingYu
This was my CyberARTs creative writing application. Feel free to criticize, although I handed it in already.
Brought to you by Xuechun Zhang and Judy Chen.
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FUNNY BUNNY"
1) By the forest, a meadow green
Where in springtime wild flowers grow.
Nearby, ancient mountains loom
From which glittering rivers flow.
2) Here in the tangled grass
Beneath tumbling piles of stones,
Links of cozy burrows are found
In which bunnies make their homes.
3) Bunnies small and bunnies large
Bunnies of all different types
Bunnies with folded, floppy ears
And bunnies with spots and stripes.
4) However one thing is apparent,
If to stumble across them you were:
It’s that all of them are brown,
Shades from vandyke to ochre.
5) And with this attribute in common
The bunnies, they flourished in peace.
Many seasons quickly passed,
Marked by tulip sprouts and geese.
6) One fine spring, still early before dawn,
A litter of kits were born.
Like any other litter before
They grew in their den, so warm.
7) But as these kits grew, so rapidly they did
One thing was quickly seen:
A certain kit's fur had grown out as white
With a ghostly silver sheen.
8) Soon enough, the kits were aged
Enough to be let out to play
Around the meadow they hopped and rolled
And played their games day after day.
9) While they laughed and had their fun,
One white bunny watched from afar.
The others glared when it came near,
Giving it looks of bizarre.
10) Courageously, the bunny asked,
“Hey guys, can I play too?”
The others looked it up and down
And shuffling, they withdrew.
11) “Why not?”, the bunny yelled
After the others who looked away.
“I’m not so different from you!”
At its white coat, they replied, “Touché”
12) Dejected, the bunny turned away,
Just as it began to rain.
Plump raindrops fell from the sky,
Carrying its disgrace and pain.
13) Splatter hard, the rain, it did,
Yet still the bunny stayed.
Under an old dead log it hid,
Its bark had long decayed.
14) "I don't fit in, oh, why is this so?"
The bunny sobbed and flailed.
It pounded its paws against the muddy ground
And cried and bawled and wailed.
15) Soon enough the rain let up
And the bunny's tears were spent.
It headed back to its burrow;
Across the meadow it went.
16) As it walked, a realization came
When it looked down at its feet:
The mud from the ground had coated its fur
And thick, it clung like a sheet.
17) The mud was brown, a rich shade too,
Such a beautiful tone it was,
That the bunny rolled around for more
And it became a brown shade without flaws.
18) "I'm now the same as everybody else!"
The bunny joyously exclaimed.
So with this new look, it hurried home;
With nothing of which to be ashamed.
19) As the sun shone through the trees
The morning of the next day,
The bunny headed outside
To join the others to play.
20) They casually let it join
Without a second of delay,
Thinking it was one of them,
With its soft fur coloured like clay.
21) So the days went on like this
With the bunny accepted,
Until suddenly one day it realized
This was not the life it had expected.
22) Every day was monotonous,
Always the same as before,
So finally it decided
To rid this life of bore.
23) The upcoming day it went
Back into the forest
And found itself a stream
Of clean water, the surest.
24) "No more do I want to be
The same as everyone else.
From now on my fur shall remain as white,
I will stay true to myself."
25) With this bold statement,
It splashed into the stream.
And quickly the dried mud washed off;
Its fur back to a bright white sheen.
26) In conclusion, the moral is
Differences are not so bad.
Stick to what you believe in
And one day you shall be glad.
27) The end.
Towards everyone with iPod Touches and iPhones
if you want apps and dont wanna pay for them, i can give you the ones i already bought...
Just tell me and i'll probably give it to you in the library
I know I'm early but what the heck :P
A time of year when men drain their money
For girls of all sorts, pretty and funny
Slowly approaching about a week near
A day where couples are happy and cheer
For love, for chocolate, for flowers, and more
When boys holding bouquets knock at your door
To all the boys, don't be annoying and hate
It's a celebrated and joyful date
So I know I'm early but what the hey, <-- xD
To everybody, Happy Valentines Day :)
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Here it is... A response to edward's xD
Meh :P
Standing on my balcony under a moonlit sky
A feeling spreads through me and I don't know why
I feel at peace as a soft breeze brushes my skin
A night so silent, I can hear the drop of a pin
With each passing second, the feeling grows
Unexplainable and indescribable, like no one knows
It suddenly reminds me of the mistake I’ve made
Not stepping into the light, but hidden in shade
The peace turns into regret, the silent is broken
Wishing I had said the words I haven’t yet spoken
A phrase so simple, so commonly used
Sometimes accepted, sometimes refused
It contains three words that are very true
So here it is… to say, “I love you”
-Meek
There are 10 types of people in the world. Those who understand binary, and those who don't.
It's not so bad,
Just a bit tad,
But I agree with Birunthaa there,
That Michael's poem does have a romantic flare,
But wouldn't it be fair,
For people to not write much but stare,
Come on, a poem is as easy as breathing air,
Since you just have to sit and type letters,
And if you don't like it, make it better!
It's not that hard much lest,
If everyone try to cooperate it might best.
But since I would avoid a verbal fight,
I WISH EVERYONE A REALLY GOOD NIGHT!
-Ed-
Valentines Day is steadily closing in
So get ready to make your wallet empty and thin
Even if it's to friends, show how much they mean
From chocolate to movies shown on a wide screen
Or make it yourself, and add some flare
It's the thought that counts and how much you care
So try something new and have it your way
What will you do for Valentines Day?
-Meek
Something will be awarded for answering this correctly ;)
PLEASE ANSWER IN DISCUSSION OR IT WILL NOT COUNT :D
I have a poster in my room... It's of a cat dressed in a pink dress =D (Cuz its so cool >:D)
WHAT IS THE TITLE OF THE POSTER :)
-M33k
Katherine has become a beast and answered the question xD
it was PRETTY IN PINK ;)
-M33k
Friendship :D
Life can throw itself upon you,
Its bad qualities blocking the good from view.
Hearts are broken and friendships torn,
But from this darkness, a new light is born.
Fighting off lies, fear, and hate,
Uncovering hope from its own gate.
Revealing courage, love, and trust
These types of traits, will never rust.
So whenever you're down, just look back and see,
I'll be standing right there, cause you'll always have me.
-M33k
Series of Haikus.
Pelicans
Pelicans can fly
They fly like Pelican fly
Spider man swag
People
People are like me
In a way, but not really
Spider man swag
Refrigerator
Refrigerator
You keep my food and stuff cool
Refrigerator
Ice Cream
I freaking love ice cream
It's like, the best food ever
I love ice cream
Rude poems
Your Imagination vs Reality
She whispered "will it hurt me?"
"Of course not" answered he
"It's a very simple process,
You can rely on me."
She said "I'm very frightened,
I've not had this before.
My friend has had it five times
And said it can be sore."
It was growing rather painful
Tears formed in her eyes
It was hurting quite a bit now
It must have been a size.
"Calm yourself" he whispered
"His face filled with a grin
"Try and open wider
So I can get it in."
"It's coming now" he whispered
"I know" she cried in bliss
Feeling it deep within her now
She said "I am glad I'm having this."
And with a final effort
She gave a frightened shout
He gripped it in anguish
And quickly pulled it out.
She lay back quite contended
Sighed and gave a smile
She said "I'm glad I came now
You made it worth my while."
Now if you read this carefully
The dentist you will find
Is not what you imagined
It's just your dirty mind!!
It Goes In Dry, It Comes Out Wet
It goes in dry, it comes out wet,
the longer it's in the stronger it gets
we can have it in bed, just you and me
its not what you think, it's a cup of tea!!!!
Mary Had A Duck
Mary had a little lamb she also had a duck,
she took it round the corner to teach it how to
fry some eggs for breakfast, fry some eggs for tea
the more you eat, the more you drink the more you want to
Peter had a boat the boat began to rock
up jumped some jaws and bit off his
cocktails, ginger ales, forty cents a glass
if you don't like it shove it up your
ask no questions tell no lies
I saw a police man doing up his
flies are bad mosquitoes are worse
and this is the end of my silly little verse!
Mother Goose
Mary had a little lamb
Her father shot it dead.
Now it goes to school with her,
between two chunks of bread.
Little Miss Muffet sat on a tuffet,
her clothes all tattered and torn.
It wasn't the spider that crept beside her,
But Little Boy Blue and his horn.
Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall.
All the kings horses and all the kings men,
said "F*ck him, He's only an egg.
Georgie Porgy pudding and pie.
Kissed the girls and made them cry.
When the boys came out to play,
He kissed them too, cause he was gay.
Jack and Jill
Went up the hill
to have some hanky panky.
Silly Jill forgot her pill
And now there's little Franky.
Old Mother Hubbard
Went to the cupboard
to fetch her poor dog a bone.
When she bent over
Rover took over,
And gave her a bone of his own.
Little Boy Blew.
Hey. He needed the money.
Looking At the Sky
Last night I lay in my bed looking up at the stars,
the beautiful sky and the endless horizon
and suddenly I thought where the f* is my roof?
The Lady Next Door
A little boy walks into his parents' room
Then wears a quizzical frown
When he see his Mom on top of his Dad
Bouncing up and down.
The mother quickly dismounts,
Worried about what her son saw
She dresses quickly and goes to find him.
Standing outside the door
He asks, 'What were you doing to Dad just then?'
She replies, 'Well, you know Dad is fat
He has a big tummy so sometimes
I get on top and make it flat.'
'Well, you're just wasting your time, Mom,'
She is told by her bright young pup
Cos when you got out, the lady next door
Gets on her knees and blows it back up.'
Cheating Parents
Mother returned from 2 days away
Her little boy greeted her by saying,
"Mummy, guess what! Yesterday!
I was in your wardrobe, playing
Daddy came in with the lady next door
And their clothes started to drop
And they lay undressed on the bed
And then daddy climbed on top ..."
Mother held up her hand.
"Not another word. That story's bad
Exactly what you've just told me."
I want you to tell to Dad
As Dad walked into the house,
His wife said, "I'm off. I'm packed already, see? "
"But why--" asked the startled father.
"Sonny. Tell him what you told me."
"Well," Sonny said, "I was playing in your wardrobe
And daddy came in with the lady next door
And they got undressed
And all their clothes were on the floor
And they got up on the bed
And then they did that thing
That you did with Uncle John
When daddy was away, last Spring."
Three Wishes Granny
An old lady is rocking on her porch
Chewing baccy and drinking beers
While reflecting on her life,
A fairy godmother appears
And says she can have three wishes.
Says the old lady," if I may be so bold
I'd like to be really stinking rich."
*POOF
Her chair turns to solid gold.
She says, I'd like to be young again
And pretty, with poise, finesse
*POOF*
In less than it takes to blink an eye
She's a beautiful princess
While considering her third wish
The old woman's cat wanders in
Ooh...can you change him into a prince?"
All handsome tall and thin
*POOF*
There before her stands an Adonis
Where once was her kitten
More handsome than she could have imagined.
She stares, all coy and... smitten
With a smile that makes her knees weak.
And with breath, decidedly bated
He whispers "Now I bet you're regretting
You had me neutered... snipped...castrated!!
-A tribute to Fear-
Sometimes when the candle burns out,
The room goes dark,
Shadows start seeping through the walls,
Tears began to flow, and voices began to shout,
In fear of what you will hark,
A plea of help began to call,
But when bangs finally broke the door,
It’s to late to save all but,
A quivering mess crying on the floor.
-Ed-